Breaktime
Time off from his seedling firebomb.
A ferment.
A long liquidizer, he calls it.
He’s the provost
of powerful concussives. Cursive clash
send-off specialist for hire.
Spontaneous handicrafter and score-
keeper.
Author of sharps embedded in walls.
The outsider poet of archangel
dynamic plosives. Send you
on a one-way trip.
What I’m Reading:
“I am the target
of mysterious arrows
I myself let sling”
— Maureen N. McLane / “What’s The Matter”
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